Early English Poetry, Ballads, and Popular Literature of the Middle Ages: Specimens of lyric poetry, composed in England in the reign of Edward the First |
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Стр. 37
In the sacrament of eucharist , Is trow man Gode and very Christe , Secret in forme of bread , In mydst of us shall perdurate , Whilles that he come in great estate , To judge bothe quicke and dead . This is the lord of unitie ...
In the sacrament of eucharist , Is trow man Gode and very Christe , Secret in forme of bread , In mydst of us shall perdurate , Whilles that he come in great estate , To judge bothe quicke and dead . This is the lord of unitie ...
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THE Boare is dead , Loe , heare is his head : What man could have done more Then his head of to strike , Meleager like , And bringe it as I doe before ? He livinge spoyled Where good men toyled , Which made kinde Ceres sorrye ; But now ...
THE Boare is dead , Loe , heare is his head : What man could have done more Then his head of to strike , Meleager like , And bringe it as I doe before ? He livinge spoyled Where good men toyled , Which made kinde Ceres sorrye ; But now ...
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My daddy is dead , but I can't tell you how ; But he left me six horses to follow the plough : With my whim wham waddle ho ! Strim stram straddle ho ! Bubble ho ! pretty boy , Over the brow . I sold my six horses to buy me a cow ...
My daddy is dead , but I can't tell you how ; But he left me six horses to follow the plough : With my whim wham waddle ho ! Strim stram straddle ho ! Bubble ho ! pretty boy , Over the brow . I sold my six horses to buy me a cow ...
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Home she came , tritty trot , She asked for the furmety she left in the pot ; Some she eat and some she shod , And some she gave to the truckler's dog ; She took up the ladle and knocked its head , And now poor Dapsy dog is dead !
Home she came , tritty trot , She asked for the furmety she left in the pot ; Some she eat and some she shod , And some she gave to the truckler's dog ; She took up the ladle and knocked its head , And now poor Dapsy dog is dead !
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Toм married a wife on Sunday , Beat her well on Monday , Bad was she on Tuesday , Midling was she on Wednesday , Worse was she on Thursday , Dead was she on Friday ; Glad was Tom on Saturday night , To bury his wife on Sunday . XLVI .
Toм married a wife on Sunday , Beat her well on Monday , Bad was she on Tuesday , Midling was she on Wednesday , Worse was she on Thursday , Dead was she on Friday ; Glad was Tom on Saturday night , To bury his wife on Sunday . XLVI .
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Стр. 179 - OLD King Cole was a merry old soul, And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe, and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
Стр. 84 - Hey, diddle diddle, the cat and the fiddle, The cow jumped over the moon. The little dog laughed to see such sport, And the dish ran away with the spoon!
Стр. 132 - One, two, Buckle my shoe; Three, four, Shut the door; Five, six, Pick up sticks; Seven, eight, Lay them straight; Nine, ten, A good fat hen; Eleven, twelve, Who will delve?
Стр. 27 - The boar's head in hand bear I, Bedeck'd with bays and rosemary ; And I pray you, my masters, be merry Quot estis in convivio. Caput apri defero, Reddens laudes domino.
Стр. 63 - SO now is come our joyful'st feast; Let every man be jolly, Each room with ivy leaves is drest, And every post with holly. Though some churls at our mirth repine, Round your foreheads garlands twine, Drown sorrow in a cup of wine, And let us all be merry. Now, all our neighbours...
Стр. 5 - Then came the Holy One, blessed be He ! And killed the Angel of Death, That killed the butcher, That slew the ox, That drank the water, That quenched the fire, That burned the staff, That beat the dog, That bit the cat, That ate the kid That my father bought For two pieces of money: A kid, a kid.
Стр. 95 - As I was going to St. Ives, I met a man with seven wives, Every wife had seven sacks, Every sack had seven cats, Every cat had seven kits— Kits, cats, sacks, and wives, How many were going to St. Ives?
Стр. 46 - Sing a song of sixpence, A pocket full of rye; Four and twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened, The birds began to sing; Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
Стр. 64 - Young men and maids, and girls and boys, Give life to one another's joys; And you anon shall by their noise Perceive that they are merry.
Стр. 9 - Pussy cat, pussy cat, where have you been? I've been to London to look at the queen. Pussy cat, pussy cat, what did you there?